Breaking the kiss, she squatted at my feet, her mouth tracing lines over my wet torso until she is level with my cock. Instead of her engulfing me in ...er mouth, she started tracing lines on my member, all over, as if memorising every bit with her fingertips. It seemed as if she was testing me for sensitivity, feeling the weight of my cock, my balls and the tightness and texture of my skin. A drop of fluid started shining on the tip of my cock and I anticipated her tongue to extend and intercept. The last time I “helped” him I ended up slurping that giant cock of his down my throat (“Air Force Weenie”).Then there was Scott on the other side of me, whose ass I had probed with my tongue while he teetered on a ladder replacing a floodlight bulb (“An Officer and a Gentleman”). Bob across the street (“Fucked by the Non-Com”) had moved, and I didn’t get screwed by him before he left, which was a damn shame. When I saw the U-Haul parked in his driveway my asshole twitched with regret. Even. As I stepped out of the shower Cindi was just finishing daintily daubing herself with the towel. I took it out of her hand and snapped her ass with it, eliciting a loud yelp.“You’re wasting time. Get in the kitchen, baby bitch. Ham and cheese and whatever omelet for me and whatever you’d like for you. Coffee. Surprise me with a fruit juice. I want to be done with breakfast within an hour. Go.”«“Less talk, more action.”» She did that, not me. With no more than a passing glance at her wet hair in. Reema bhi ab apni kamar ko hilla ke meraa saath dene laggi or 10 mint ke baad uska saara juice mere land ke saath chipk gyaa. Meine apnaa land bahar nikaalaa or uske muh mein de diyaa, woh badee pyaar se usse chatti rahi. Phir meine usko uski peeth par litayaa or uski taango ko apne kandhe par rakh kar apne land ko uski gand mein daalne lagaa to reema boli nahin ab meri chutt phir se maroo…meine uski gand mein ungli daali…ptaa lag rahaa thi uski gand kuch tight hai meine uski gand par thukaa.